His profile was intent, rigid almost. He’d been edgy and short from the moment he’d walked into Encore, and she wondered why he’d bothered to come at all, if what he’d intended to do was brood. And then that woman. She frowned. She didn’t know what was going on there, but it shook Quinn up to a point that he said he was ready to leave. She seemed harmless enough, just a lonely, late-middle-aged woman trying to make a living and pass the time chatting with customers. “Are you all right?” Rae asked again for the tenth time. Quinn rolled to a stop in front of her building. “Yeah, I’m cool.” She pushed out a frustrated breath. She had no clue how to get through to him if he wouldn’t talk to her. “Fine,” she said a bit sharply and opened the passenger door. “I guess I’ll talk to you later…or not.” She got out and slammed the door behind her, her temperature rising with each step she took. “It’s not worth it,” she fumed, pacing the floor of her apartment, as she tossed her jacket in the corner, her ankle-length boots in another.
